Date: Wed, 11 Feb 2004 19:31:59 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman
Subject: All State 4
All State 4
By Bald Hairy Man e-mail bldhrymn@aol.com or bldhrymn@yahoo.com
This is an adult story intended for adults. It is a fantasy, so I again
remind you that have done away with the requirements of safe sex, and have
included no gestures toward common sense either. These are all new
stories. Please e-mail me if you have any suggestions or comments.
The next year, my team didn't make it to the All State Tournament. I had
been hoping for another experience, but was disappointed. A week before
the tournament started, Wilson Graham called me and said one of the
officials wouldn't be able to make it. He asked if I could substitute. Of
course I said yes.
Wilson said he had no likely students for me to meet this year, but he did
have one man I might enjoy. One of his Assistant Coaches, Roosevelt
Williams, might be my type.
"What is he like?" I asked.
"A nice guy, former Marine and a bit up tight. I think he's clueless about
his sexual orientation," Wilson said. "He sees gay men as hairdressers and
decorators. He doesn't guess he's not alone as a masculine, gay man."
"How do you know he's gay?"
"I wouldn't say my gaydar is perfect, but it's pretty damn good," Wilson
replied. "But, I've never been so sure. I like him and I think you'll like
him too. He's a black guy, I assumed you guessed that."
"The name was a clue. Any attitude?"
"None that I can find. He did well in the Marines, then went back to school
and got a teaching degree. Unmarried, he loves his nieces and nephews,
likes his teams, but he's hard on them," Wilson explained. "I think he's
afraid to be friendly, afraid of the consequences."
"Afraid he might fall in love?" I asked.
"Or end up in bed," Wilson replied. "He can be really up tight and I
attribute that to pent up sexual energy."
"Hung?"
Wilson laughed. "I don't know for sure, but he has an impressive basket,
that I know."
Two weeks later Roosevelt and I were sharing a room. He was supposed to
share Wilson's room, but Wilson's wife decided to attend the tournament.
Wilson was retiring and this would be his last. I had a lot of work to do
during the day, but was free after five. I watched some matches and
returned to the room for a shower before dinner. The air conditioning of
the gym was working badly, so it was warm and very humid. Roosevelt walked
in while I was in the shower.
I didn't know he was there and entered the room naked. To say he startled
me was an understatement.
"Sorry, I had no idea you were here," I said. "Let me get dressed."
"We're all guys here, there's no dress code. You're Coach Grant?"
"I am. You're Coach Williams?" He nodded. We shook hands. I had a chance
to look him over. He was about 6'-2", solid rather than beefy. He had
close-cropped hair, a well trimmed, but bushy mustache and a broad smile.
"You're younger than I thought. You have quite a reputation," he said.
"You're the man who has the team at the tournament," I replied. "It seems
to me that makes you an up and coming coach. You've just been coaching for
two years and you're here. Coach Graham gave me a run down on you when he
arranged for this room. He's impressed." Wilson looked surprised at my
comments.
"Graham said that?"
"You should be flattered."
"I had no idea," Roosevelt said. "Are you done with the shower? It was
miserable in the gym this afternoon."
"Yeah, I'm finished," I replied. "They hope to have the air conditioning
working by tomorrow. They lost a compressor and are sending one from
Roanoke this evening." He took his shirt off. It was sweat covered. His
body was muscular, toned rather than buffed. His chest was covered in curly
black hair. A treasure trail vanished into his pants.
I sat back on my bed and we talked. He had another round of matches the
next morning. If they won those, they would get to the finals. He was
excited but confident. Dropping his pants, he stood naked in front of me as
we talked. He didn't seem that up tight to me. Roosevelt didn't mind
being naked.
The reason for his comfort was hanging before my eyes. He was impressive
more than huge. I realized he had the body of a Greek statue, a Hercules
or Poseidon. His balls and cock were classical, but at twice the size. His
compact, plump and uncut cock nestled on his apricot sized balls. Roosevelt
went off to shower.
He returned, dried off, but was in no hurry to get dressed. I asked if he
wanted to go to dinner. He said yes. We dressed and went off to a steak
house. We had a few beers and he relaxed. It was clear he was proud of his
team, but I wasn't too sure the team knew it. We had a long discussion
comparing Marine training and athletic training.
He had been a Drill Sergeant and had strong ideas. I pointed out team
members were there voluntarily; they could leave at any time. Roosevelt had
little use for marginal team members. I talked to him about teaching and
helping team members to grow.
It was a good conversation. When we drove home, I suggested we get a six
pack and kick back some. Roosevelt didn't object. I got a twelve pack at a
7-11. Back at the room we stripped to shorts and continued talking. We got
a bit animated and argued about coaching. Roosevelt lacked flexibility.
The conversation turned more argumentative. We stopped talking.
The room was getting hot and I left to take a shower to cool off. Now, I
understood Wilson's worries about Roosevelt. He had all the strength a
good coach needed, but he lacked sympathy for the kids on his team. He
didn't seem to know when enough was enough. I have to admit I was stewing
a little.
The shower was nice and hot. I felt better. As I got out of the shower, I
was surprised to find Roosevelt was in the bath with me. He was naked.
"I didn't mean to offend you. I get carried away when I get talking," he
said. "I know you have a point. It's hard for an old dog to learn new
tricks." From the look on his face I could tell he was worried. I
suspected he was a man who made new friends only with difficulty.
"There's nothing wrong with strong opinions. I don't mind. I'm sure not
offended," I said. He had a towel over his shoulder, but made no movement
to get in the shower. He apologized again, "I'm not good with people."
"You don't need to be good with people, you only need to be good with a
single person."
"Who is that?"
"Whichever person you are with at the time." I said. "Take people one by
one." We were both naked and I felt my cock respond to the situation. I
wasn't hard, but my cock was rising. Roosevelt was talking, but I knew he
had noticed my cock.
He seemed to think my more casual approach to dealing with people was
possible for him. He was insecure in his relationships with other men. I
glanced down at his meat and saw the foreskin had parted and his cock head
was peaking out. In the glaring light of the bath, I saw a glint from a
bead of precum dripping from his slit. Noticing that did nothing to reduce
my erection.
We continued talking, both of us taking periodic glances at our stiffening
members. I didn't get fully erect, but he sure knew I was interested. My
cock is cut, so my cock head is on display all of the time I'm naked.
Roosevelt's cock head grew in the skin. The thick, dark tube of skin
enclosing the head was eventually stretched paper thin. The skin was coal
black, compared to the rich coco color of his body. His cock head was
almost pink, bisected by a wide piss slit.
The conversation slowed almost to a halt. We were both turned on. I
decided to make the first move.
"This may sound stupid, but it's great to be with a naked guy who isn't a
student, or on the team," I said, "The scenery is fine in the locker room.
It's only natural to want to look, but I can never take more than a
glance."
Roosevelt laughed. "You're right about that. Everyone wants to compare,
but I can't get into that. Too dangerous."
"I hate the idea of a Coach drooling over his team, using them. It's not
right." I said. "It looks to me as if you have no problem in the
comparison division." I reached out and stroked his cock, pulling the skin
back and fully exposing his cock head. It was pink and shiny, as if it had
been polished. "You have no problem at all."
"Things aren't so bad for you either," he said, "You're big for a . . ."
He looked confused, searching for a word.
"White guy?" I completed his sentence. We both burst out laughing.
"You said it. I didn't." Roosevelt said. "Sorry about that. I didn't
mean to offend. I must have had too many beers."
"Let's go to the bedroom and relax some," I suggested. "I wouldn't mind
finding out if black guys' cum is the same color as white men's."
"How exactly do you plan to do that?" he asked.
"You just leave that to old Coach Grant. He's got some thoughts on that
subject." I said as we went to the other room. I sucked him on his bed.
His cock was both attractive and fun. He was big enough to be a challenge,
but not so big as to choke me. He shot off easily, but there wasn't as
much cum as I expected. I found out the reason for that later.
"Thanks," he said. "I needed that." He was silent for a while. "Did it
bother you to do that?"
"No," I said. "Just a guy helping another guy out. We all have the same
equipment. We all like the same things."
"Well, thanks again. I've never done that. A couple of guys have blown me
before. They weren't as good as you. Do you want me to do the same thing
to you?"
"Roosevelt, there's no reason for you to do anything you don't want to." I
said. " I like doing it. There's no need for you to do it, if you don't
want to." We were silent for a while. Eventually he scooted down the bed
and took my cock into his hand.
"Is that piss dripping from it?" he asked quietly.
"Nope, it's precum. It oozes out when you're excited." I said.
"You're excited?"
"Damn right!" I said as his lips opened and then grasped my cock. I could
feel his tongue first touching my cock head, then licking it gingerly, as
if it was an unexploded bomb. The tip of his tongue finally got to the
suspect fluid.
I felt the big black man relax as he discovered it tasted fine. I could
also sense him respond to the aphrodisiac qualities of the taste and smell
of my cock. He was having no problem at all sucking my cock. A few
minutes later we were sixty-nining and deep throating each other's cock.
Once he finally sucked a cock, Roosevelt was a true covert, more Catholic
than the Pope.
He deep throated me and pulled back slowly and must have suctioned the cum
from my balls. I had no idea I was going to shoot until Roosevelt's mouth
was filled with my seed. A second later, the dam burst in Roosevelt's
balls and they did a historical re enactment of Noah's flood. That boy
must have had 40 years of backed up cum stored in his balls. I must have
swallowed three times. I realized his earlier climax had been just an
appetizer. His second orgasm was the main course.
After a while he said, "That was not what I thought it would be like at
all."
"How's that?"
"It was more exciting than I had guessed. I thought it would be
embarrassing, maybe humiliating. I didn't mind it at all. I'm no fag, but
I liked it."
"Hot sex can only be so bad," I said. "Especially if you're with a guy
like you. I can't seem to get into the queens they show as gay in the
media. I like men, regular guys."
"I hadn't thought much about it," Roosevelt mused. I touched his cock
again and it immediately came back to life. "Sorry about that," he said.
"I think your cock may be doing more thinking about sex than you are.
Cocks don't lie," I said as I stroked it. "You may be laid back, but it's
calling for attention." I slipped down the bed and sucked him again. He
was already oozing precum. It was as if he hadn't shot off minutes
earlier.
"One part of you is really into it." I said.
"It's not right," he murmured.
"Hey, Roosevelt, I'm an adult, you're an adult, I like it, you like it. How
can it be wrong?"
He didn't say anything for a minute or so. "I guess you have a point."
"It did feel good, didn't it?" Roosevelt looked me in the eye and broke out
in a wide smile.
"I may be a prude, but I'm not a hypocrite," he said. "It was good."
"It can be better, if you're interested." Roosevelt looked at me a long
time.
"You think so?"
"I know so." I replied. Since I was still stoking his cock, I knew what his
cock was thinking. "Can you do it?" I asked.
"What?"
"Let yourself go."
"I wouldn't have thought so, before tonight."
"Have you ever fucked a man?"
"I've never fucked anyone," Roosevelt said a bit sheepishly.
"Well, this is your lucky day!" I said. Roosevelt didn't disagree.
It must have been around eleven when Roosevelt's cock slipped in my ass.
He discovered the joys of fucking and he went from amateur to Olympic
champion in fifteen minutes. He had a natural ability for anal sex. It was
good for me. His big pink mushroom really hit the spot.
I think it was midnight when my cock made contact with his prostate. He
wasn't too enthusiastic as it penetrated his ass. His interest picked up
the second my cock head rammed his prostate. By the time I gave his ass a
sperm bath, he was with the program. A new world had opened up for him.